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 Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:33 pm
Now I get laid
Plus a BJ
Ala John Wayne, gonna sleep all day
Nurse me like a drink
Everybody sing
I'm so inviting
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee slightly jumped as she was addressed by Sierra. Before she could answer, she had to rewind the previous events in her head. Due to the fact she had been fuming silently, she didn't completely pay attention. However, she did catch the part where Polly said she wasn't hungry.
That had actually ticked her off even more. Giving up even more? That's what it seemed like to Tink. She was suprised that no one commented on her facial expression. Her face was probably red, and she could care less. Though, to Pan, that should be the first warning sign. "If Pan doesn't care, then why should I?" She stated, probably not what Sierra wanted to hear, but she felt the need to say it. "But, Pan should eat, yes." She added to her answer.
"After all....all young men have healthy appetites...." She stated it so it should sting Polly, being spiteful. What she was doing to herself hurt Andee, why shouldn't she return the favor? Give her a taste of that medicine Tink so willingly took in his place. If Polly wasn't going to fight for herself, Andee would do so, regardless who didn't want her to.
Andee got up abruptly to add to the effect, and to dispose of her tray. The awkward silence at that table had been getting to her. "I'll see you later Sierra, Pan....Nice meeting you Marcel." She said as a goodbye. She stormed off in the opposite direction, tossing her tray away before colliding with someone. A bespectacled someone. "Sorry....gah!" She said, rubbing her head. "You're the Sorcerer's Apprentice, right?" She asked, trying to compose herself while apologising. .
I miss America, I miss the UK
I want to be used and left empty
I dream of a world where it only rains champagne
I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fame
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
Ow, ow, ow, yippie, ow, ow, ay
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 5:28 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"Him... Should we make him eat more than a sandwich... And no I'll eat it. But only because you asked so nicely."
Pol took the sandwich off the table and unwrapped it, frowning at the pale bread and room temperature meat. She wasn't hungry but Tink had a point, guys didn't turn down food. And she was trying her darndest to be a he.
"See ya Tink..."
Pol watched his friend walk away, only to watch her then walk into a very handsome young man... The kid's heart skipped a beat and he realized that he was starring. Once it was cleat to Pol that he was also blushing he looked back down to the sandwich and took a bite. That guy.... He was handsome.
"Who's that guy?"
Pan tilted her head in Tinkerbell's direction across the cafeteria. He looked to Marcel then to Sierra, eyes wide. His cheeks were light pink and he glanced back at the guy then to Sierra. Pan should have known them but didn't somehow he managed to avoid the handsome guy's path for over a year. That... was no longer going to happen though.
Pol took another big bite of her sandwich and tried to swallow it without taking more then three bites. It was a rather big bite and made her wince to swallow. But she got it down. Two more bites and the sandwich was gone, leaving only a ball of plastic wrap in his hand.
"There, gone. So who is he?..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:03 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  ’Well. That was….interesting‘ The thought bubbled to the surface of Marcel‘s mind as he watched in silence as Andee stormed off from the table with something more than the before mentioned frustration. From the looks of it…it was more like disappointment. Obviously Andee did not approve of Pan‘s acceptance of her…his change. Whether it be reluctant or not….
As Marcel processed the new information he took a sip from his coffee cup, the swallow deep even as he winced at the now lukewarm temperature. In retrospect he should have expected the fact that the liquid had cooled. It had been quite a bit of time that had passed. Putting the cup to the side to be promptly ignored Marcel turned instead to his pasta salad as he looked to the bespectacled teen that Pan indicated across the room.
The glasses he wore were thickly rimmed, the black tint clashing strangely with the light tan of his skin and yet comfortably with his dark locks. He was clearly taller that he was himself, though clearly younger. Green eyes, a slim face. In general he didn‘t quite talk to many people. But…for some reason he remembered his face from somewhere. Around the halls? Maybe. His name started with a ‘E‘ if he remembered correctly….
‘Ephain? Ephram. No, that’s not completely right. It was…’
“Ephraim.” Marcel finally said as the name blazed fully into his remembrance along with the occasion as to when he saw him, “Kid‘s the ‘Sorcerer's Apprentice’, if I remember correctly”
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:00 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Andee's abrupt leave made Sierra sigh. It wasn't that she didn't understand Andee's frustration, but that kind of anger wouldn't get anything done. It wasn't a very big issue though; Pol ate the ham sandwich and she'd get Andee's help later on that night.
She did not miss Polly's blush towards the handsome Ephraim. This hinted more at the fact that Pan was still leaning towards the feminine side of life. Or would she/he be happy being considered gay? Why did people have to make things so much harder on themselves than need be? Marcel provided the name but not totally. "Last name's Venefice if that interests you. A most neutral character than any I've ever met." That was particularly troublesome for her; if he were completely neutral, then he wouldn't care for the destruction of the academy but neither would he help. His loyalty could be bought out by either side.
Sierra admitted someone with mage powers would be greatly useful to escaping. Polly's and Andee's flying were already going to be of great importance. So how would she be able to get him on her side? Love? Slightly overused plot but if it ended up with a fledgling romance between Polly and Ephraim and ensnaring another person, she wouldn't argue. Concept of fairness? Possible but unknown until she saw him interacting with people in unfair situations. Possibility of freedom? He might not want it; a bit of freedom might be a fair price to pay when faced with the potential to use magic.
"Why don't you go and talk to him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind more lunch companions." There might be a little tension between the two Peter Pan characters, but Sierra felt that Andee wouldn't bring up the reason for her frustration. Perhaps Andee had already forgotten her initial anger...okay probably not, but the Neverland characters did need to have a talk. Maybe it would be easier when not in the presence of two known baddies.
Regardless of whether Pan left or not, she turned to the Devil for conversation. She turned to Marcel with a slight smile. "I found myself in the company of the King of Thieves for breakfast. I was a little surprised to be honored with such a privilege." This was her subtle way of asking where he'd been that morning since they normally sat together for meals. Marcel been much too quiet this entire time. Either he really was that uncomfortable around new people or something different had happened the night before. Both possibilities had equal likelihood and she wanted to know which was the truth. If there was one thing Sierra admired in Marcel, it was how much more patient he was than her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:45 am
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"...Ephraim?... No! I uh... he looks busy. I wouldn't want to bother him."
Truth be told she was to nervous to just walk up and talk to the guy... What if he though that he was a complete weirdo? Or he said something insulting, or I don't know. Pol blushed deeper and looked back at the boy once more. This was stupid, he wasn't suppose to have these kinds of feelings... especially if he was trying to be male.... Guys didn't have crushes on other guys. Right?
Pan tugged at the collar of his shirt... He did want to talk to the guy though... What could he say? 'I saw you bump into Tink and think you're pretty?'... Creepy...Why did he have to be so lame at this. Other people didn't have any problems just talking to people.
"... I'm going to go talk to him..."
That was a bold statement for the scared kid. But know that it was said he had to do it. Pan got up, brushed off his shirt and strode confidently towards his current interest. When he got close he have a winning grin to the boy... and a little smile to Tink.
"Hello Ephraim. It's nice to meet you."
Just act normal. That's all he could think...Normal. Normal. Just try and be his friend. You're good at that... Normal.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:38 pm
 
After hearing those words, Bridgett let out a deep sign, and hid herself behind the trunk. She didn’t want Andy to notice how upset she was, she’d rather be out of site.
Though, with the next parts of the conversation, it proved to be a good idea. Bianca and Stetson were having a somewhat personal conversation, where Bridge was going to barf. She waited though, knowing Bianca wouldn’t open her heart up to this guy at the moment. She would fume, no girl seriously wanted to be fought over. Men never grasped that, and they continued to fight and fight. Yet, Bridge understood the joy in that, from her past in the Ghetto. Fighting was easy, as was sex. Anything Physical was quick. There needn’t be emotions either. Emotions were crap.
Finally, when the two love birds walked off, Bridgett peeked around tree, only to see Andy on the ground. She quickly forgot that emotions were crap, and scurried towards his unconscious body. Knelling down, she could see the light red marks from where Stetson’s hands chocked the lad, and she placed her own hand there, halfway scared he was gone.
A faint beat told otherwise, and she let out another sigh of relief. “You ******** a**.” She breathed, while pushing the hair out of his face. He could never back down, and she knew full well he wouldn’t step down from Bianca. Yet, she knew that he had too. He had to back down, because as far as Bridge was concerned, she owed the girl at least protection. And, that was exactly what she was going to do.
‘I’m sorry’ She thought, feeling like a traitor. She had always helped him, yet she couldn’t now. Anything he wanted would be his, besides Bianca and herself. Sadly, she knew she’d even have to give up herself, if that would help the other girl, Andy’s angel. Yet, she sat there, thinking through the things Andy would try as she waited for him to waken. He was such a stupid kid, just plain out stupid.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:08 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || “Oh, were you?” Marcel said idly as his gaze slowly followed the progress of the three circled teens, the comment effectively bypassing the reason he was missing from breakfast as he still fished for information of his own, “ The King of Thieves of all people? How interesting a conversation that must have been. Then again…”
As he said this the hand holding his now empty fork dropped to the table, the other moving to take its place under his chin as it mocked a thoughtful pose, “It seems to me that a lot of ‘interesting‘ things have been happening around here.”
The question that he posed was clear. Even as the answer was already partially formed in his mind. Pan’s new appearance, Tink’s anger at it, and Sierra’s general involvement. There was a connection between all these things but at this moment he was missing the last few pieces of the plot, the key elements that would bring this all together.. And until he gained those pieces his thought process will be nothing but empty conjecture. Meaningless coincidences. But he could wait to find out more. Things of this nature always have the habit of making its way to the light or at least spread hatefully within the darkness. And he was doubly sure that Sierra would fill him in at one time or another. So with that in mind he moved on from one subject to another, “ To be honest it makes me jealous. The only excitement I‘ve had all day is what I could find behind my eyelids and the first bite of coffee in the morning. It makes me wonder if I‘m still asleep.”
“ And if I am…why exactly are you in it? And in sweat pants of all things.”
The way the words collected back to what he really wanted to ask was somewhat unexpected. Or maybe not so much considering that he had been bidding his time until he and Sierra were alone enough to question her. He knew that if asked directly Sierra would definitely tell him what he wanted to hear. But that very same fact would be invading her privacy, would only p***k her pride. So he kept his tone light. Waiting for either a subtle evasion or at least a promise of the truth. Friendship, especially between two supposed villians, was a slippery slope. And one that needed to be maintained in order to work. Both must give and allow in equal measures. Even when the other truly didn't want to when it came to their well being.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:10 pm
  Polly wanted to be Pol, and therefore, she would be. Ayden quickly got to work, first using makeup remover to make her tear stained face look clear, as if nothing happened. Then, he moved onto the powders, working to align her face in more of a manly physique. It took awhile, though he was experienced with men’s makeup.
Once Ayden was satisfied with her face, he walked over to his closet, and pulled out a plaid shirt. Despite most of his clothes, it didn’t hug his frame, and therefore would add to the rough look men typically wore. With a tad of hair styling, and adjusting her clothes, Polly became Pol, and looked quite handsome.
“You look very handsome, Pol.”
Ayden said while giving her, um him, a kiss on the cheek. Then, once she had left, Ayden locked his door to avoid any other visitors. A quick look at the clock showed he might have time to discus the job during lunch, so long as he was quick. Therefore, he quickly bathed, and then blow-dried his long hair, letting the waves take their shape. He took his time with his own makeup, piling on thick eyeliner, and filling in his eyebrows. The, he applied some gloss to his lips, smiling at the look. It was feminine, yet, everything about Ayden was feminine. Maybe that was why Bianca wanted Stetson?
The thought made Ayden pissed, and he went through the tedious moves to take off all of his makeup. Looking up at his bare face, he couldn’t help but to feel ugly. Nonetheless, he looked manly. It was time for him to be manly.
Ayden dressed carefully, putting on some of his more manly pair of jeans, a shredded up pair of Hollister’s. Then, he pulled on a tee, not quite as tight as his typical shirts. He put on a pair of vans for shoes just before he put away his makeup box, which was hard to do. He walked back towards a mirror though, and peered in. He felt disgusted. He looked so… man like. Was he still handsome? Probably. Honestly, he couldn’t see it. Yet, with a deep breath, he walked outside of his dorm.
Walking through the halls was hard. He felt so terribly naked, and he wasn’t so sure Bianca was worth it. Was she really worth him being anything but himself? He pushed those thought in the back of his mind, and walked towards the office.
“Hey, could y’all pile roses in Bianca’s room? Everywhere.”
The lady smiled, and nodded yes. They talked it over, and decided to do this during the dance class her and Ayden were forced to take. He then wrote a small note, saying he knew an apology wouldn’t cut it, but he still wanted to make things right. Then, signed a simple 'A'. He thanked the lady, and walked towards the cafeteria. Lunch was nearly over, but it hadn’t mattered. Ayden quickly got himself a small salad, and sat down at Sierra’s table, after of course asking if it was all right.
It only took a moment of observation for Ayden to figure out exactly what had happened the strong woman. Sierra would never carry a cane, nor wear gym clothes. His mouth filled with venom, and he looked at her empathically. Knowing better, he kept his mouth closed, and listened for an opening in their pre-existing conversation.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:26 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l She forced a chuckle at Marcel's light prodding. "If this were indeed a dream, perhaps it's your subconscious saying that I need to loosen up?" She knew what he really wanted and though she didn't want to say it, she knew she wanted to tell him. She wanted to spill everything. Her plans, her worries...because everyone deserved a friend, did they not? It wasn't wrong to give in if only for a moment was it? "Marcel--"
And then before she could say anything else, Ayden joined the table. Damn, there went the moment. "Why don't we discuss this after class is over? The little time we have now won't be enough to explain everything." Aaaand there went Ayden's facial expression of sympathy. She did not want pity. She didn't need it! What she wanted would take time and careful planning and certainly did not include pity (though she was grateful for his silence). "What I will tell you for now is this: I won't be going to my last class." For Sierra not to go to class was highly unlike her. "I'm afraid circumstances have forced me to going to my room after lunch. My dancing class was a little rougher than usual on my feet." It wasn't so much about hiding the severity of her injuries but softening the truth...or maybe it really was all about maintaining a strong facade. She wasn't sure at the moment.
She looked at the two boys and asked, "would either of you mind getting me my homework for last class? It's psychology class." It had been one of her free electives and she found it useful in general.
She took another sip of her tea before noticing something about Ayden. "Ah, Ayden. Speaking of class, let me give a word of advice for your new dance class. If you ever find yourself being beaten down by the teacher's words, insult me and all will be forgotten." She had no idea why the teacher hated her so much, but one person's weakness was another person's advantage. "You might want to tell Bianca that as well. Even if you find it loathsome, better to lighten your burden than be forced to dance until you break." She rolled her eyes at the word loathsome. "I am not sure I understand why you both need to dance. It's not like the tale requires either of you to ever dance. Stretch a lot before dancing - he likes to emphasize the basics." Oddly enough, she didn't sound angry. She'd sounded bored in fact, which meant that Sierra was truly that depressed or enraged over the injustice. Where once had been some speckles of brown now was fully green.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:32 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy came to almost twenty minutes after passing out. The first thing he saw was the tree tops above him, then... Bridge. what was she doing out here? Why was he on the ground any way-....CRAP! He had passed out hadn't he?! The ******** Stetson won!
Andy rubbed his neck and coughed frowning. Before he got up he looked to Bridge and shook his head. She let that a** choke him out. She had watched him fall unconscious by Stetson's hand and done nothing. And here he thought that Bridge had his back at all times.
"Where the hell were you?"
Andy sat up and winced. He shot Bridge a glare as he brushed off his shirt. His chest hurt and his throat felt raw. He was sore and weak. His friend had let him down, he had been beaten... So he had to make sure his revenge was perfect.
"God, He's giant... I could have taken him... Next time, next time he won't know what hit him."
Andy stood up and brushed off his pants. He was feeling betrayed by Bridge and didn't much feel like spending time with her. Silently he walked away from the girl and towards the school. Hopefully lunch wasn't over. Not that he was hungry. The kid mostly just wanted to stare menacingly across the cafeteria at Stetson. He would freak the guy out... Freak him out.
Even though Andy had been beaten to the point of passing out, he wouldn't give up. He couldn't give up. Bianca would be his, she would learn to love him... Stetson could suck it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:40 am
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice "Oof," was the only response Ephraim had time to make when the small girl ran into him. She had looked preoccupied about something but he had thought she was going to walk around him; apparently he had been wrong. He was used to blending into the crowd, but this was just a bit excessive. Looking her up and down, she truly was a pretty girl (not that it mattered to him but still).
"You're the Sorcerer's Apprentice, right?"
This was seeming less and less coincidental. A girl with a perchance for gossip perhaps? In any case, her stopping appeared to have caused ripples to course through the rest of the group. Let's see here.. Devil and Evil Queen mixed with a--who the hell is that? Ephraim's gaze settled on the boy sitting between them. If he was not mistaken, that had to be Peter Pan. He thought that Pan's character was being played by a girl, but perhaps she left. In any case, the new replacement was very attractive.
"Uh, yeah, I am. It's Ephraim actually. What's your name? Sorry, I'm very good at learning faces and not so good at names.." he responded. He said this right as Peter Pan stood up from the table. "I hope I wasn't the reason that you guys stopped talking to them," he stated to the small girl, "I could care less if kids from either side talk. I'm not a snitch." As he said this, his mouth curved into his signature smirk. He glanced over at the table again and noticed Peter right next to him.
"Hello Ephraim, nice to meet you"
The boy looked nervous for some reason and it made Ephraim worry. In fact, he looked very stressed as well. I wonder what he has been doing to look this way. "Nice to meet you as well Peter Pan, or is there something else you would rather be called?" he said aloud. He reached his hand out to shake the younger man's hand.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:05 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"Pol, call me Pol."
With a wide, toothy boyish grin pol looked up at Ephraim and decided what exactly he was going to do... Invite himself to spend time with the guy. That's what he will do. Pol reached out a small, calloused hand to shake the taller man's larger stronger one. Pan's hands were small and not exactly completely clean, but at least under his nails were clean, and he had a strong grip.
"Or Pan,... or Peter, Anything really. Hell, you can call me what ever you want to Ephraim."
Pol chuckled. His voice was low for a woman's and just a bit high for a man's it was smooth and ambiguous. He was definitely passing at least. Pol's blue-green plaid shirt hung loosely around his torso and his stone washed men's jeans showed nothing about his figure other then the fact that he was rather tinny. And he was very tinny.
The boy had a small frame, small hands, small feet, small everything. He was bigger then Tink, thank god, but not bigger then anyone else. Until now it hadn't bothered him, but now... Now he wanted to be big and strong and impress Ephraim. Unfortunately Pol knew nothing about impressing anyone. He was not that strong, not that smart, not the hansom, and not that cool.
"Do you have a nick name Ephraim? Something I could call you?"
Without thinking much of it Pol grew more relaxed, more social. Once he got into social situations he was fine, grand even, but before something happened. During the build up, he was nervous and stupidly scared of nothing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 1:31 pm
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder looked hard at the ground, unsure of how to proceed. According to Bianca...he had done wrong? She hadn't wanted him to fight, and yet there was a young man lying on his back in the forest, his world a blank black slate. Was it possible that Schraeder had done something he shouldn't have, in Bianca's name? He finally looked up and locked eyes with her. "I didn't know that...you didn't want me to do it. If it's what you want, I won't do it again." The King would never apologize, but this was the closest he could get. They kept walking and made their way to lunch. Schraeder glanced around the cafeteria and observed two students he had never seen before: a large black man and a skinnier white kid. That was interesting. Schraeder would have to get some information on them. Maybe he would talk to Sierra about them; she appeared to have spoken to them already. "I suppose I'll let you eat on your own," Schraeder said to Bianca, smiling slightly. "I'll be over here."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:12 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ || Giving a terse nod in greeting toward the male that brought his quest for answers to a stand still, Marcel leaned back from the table and went back to his meal. His eyes clearly showing some irritation even as he went on as pleasantly as before, “ If you need it, I‘ll steal it for you.”
Steal being the key word. The psychology teacher and himself did not get along. Mainly because she figured he needed some help with his ’abandonment issues’ and he politely disagreed with the supposed fact. In fact she seemed to pour even more of her unwanted sympathy on him every time that he did disagree. So after a few attempted ‘heart to hearts‘ and a failed intervention about ‘locked up‘ feelings, he tended to avoid any interaction with her. Something that he somehow succeeded with even with the fact that he took her class. Though his success might have something to do with the dark glare that he always sent her when she even dared to call his name.
"Its truly no problem at all." Finishing the last of his pasta salad Marcel placed the previously forgotten coffee to the side of the bowl on the tray and scooted them both to the side as he began another topic in earnest, "So tell me, Charming. How have you been?"
The inquiry was nothing but polite conversation. The fact no less obvious with the actuality that they have not spoken much beyond this very moment. Not that Marcel had much to do with this, even with the fact that he didn't associate with what many would call 'good' characters. More like Ayden didn't talk to that many guys to begin with and as such he fell within the category of those he didn't talk to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:51 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes  Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca bit her lip to keep from arguing. Yes, yes he had known that she didn't want him to fight Andy. She had already told him on their way to the nurse's earlier. However, she held her tounge on the matter. No use crying over spilt milk, right? Well, she personally thought this fact needed to be pointed out, but it would do neither of them any good. So, she walked quietly the rest of the way to the cafeteria at Stetson's side.
As soon as they arrived, Stetson said he would let her eat on her own. What if she didn't want to. However, maybe she should. Bianca was still quite upset at Ayden for hitting Stetson, upset with Stetson for fighting Andy and she was upset at Andy for kissing her. Men. That's where it seemed her troubles were coming from today. Sierra had actually complimented her on her outburst. Polly, well, she was hoping to get to see the girl sometime soon. That was who she'd seek out for lunch. It shouldn't be that difficult of a task. After all, Polly was almost the shortest person at the school, second to only her Tink.
Bianca left Stetson with a tentative smile before heading into the cafeteria. She went through the line, getting herself a cold-cut sandwich and a bag of cheetos. Once lunch was paid for, she looked around. Where was Polly? She easily spotted Sierra with, if she recalled right, Marcel and Ayden. Her gaze drifted some more. There was Andee, and the Sorcerer kid, and someone else. Wait, that stature looked familiar. So did the height and the hair. The apparel, not so much. After a moment, her feet began to move in their direction, only to stop short by about ten feet. Polly was talking to this guy, and she seemed to be really into it, almost happy. So, instead of interrupt, for that would be rude, she walked past her friend. Giving Polly only a passing smile, Bianca headed up to her room to sit on the balcony and eat.
Before too long, she was sitting and munching on her sandwich, Emmett at her side, hopeful for scraps. Of course the cat recieved some. He was her baby, above all the rest. She'd always spoil the crap outta him.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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